This article originally appeared in the March 13, 1993 issue of the Boston Phoenix.

Before her first year as a performer was over, Mary Lou Lord had already played in some of the best-known venues in Boston: Harvard, Park Street, Central Square… and that’s only the ones on the Red Line.

Before anyone knew who she was or where she came from, most everyone had noticed that blonde woman singing on the subway. But then, the sight of a woman who sings like an angel, looks like the reincarnation of Sandy Denny, and performs songs you didn’t think anyone else knew (Big Star covers? Unreleased Dylan songs from bootlegs?) isn’t something you see on the way to work every day.

Fact is, Lord’s life as a performer tends to read like something an imaginative scriptwriter would have dreamed up. Cornered to chat over a few beers, she tells one amazing story after another, pausing every few minutes to ask whether I’m bored yet.

Here, for example, is how she started performing on subways: “I was going to the School of Audio in London, living in a little squat on Mile End. And there was no heat there at all, so after school I’d take my homework to the tube station, just so I could be somewhere warm and listen to the musicians for free entertainment.

“I had a friend who played down there, and one time he asked me to watch his equipment so he could go to the bathroom. He said, ‘If the police look like they’re going to bother you, just start playing.’

“So a few minutes went by and he didn’t come back. I was looking at his guitar and figuring ‘What the hell.’ I’d already studied voice at Berklee (where she left after two years) but I’d never played the guitar at all. I knew maybe two chords. But someone threw a pound coin in during the first song I ever did.”

Does she remember what it was? “Of course. It was ‘Angel from Montgomery’ (the John Prine song covered by Bonnie Raitt). I played it 250 fuckin’ times! I was just praying the trains would come, so people wouldn’t notice. I didn’t know anything else.”

With this month’s release of Real, an album-length tape on the cassette label Deep Music, Lord’s fans finally have some music they can bring home. Although parts of the tape are wonderful (like her versions of John Cale’s “Andalucia” and Led Zeppelin’s “That’s the Way”), it’s not an album she’s especially pleased with-mainly because it’s all acoustic and mostly covers and represents only the sort of music she played on the subway.

What it doesn’t represent is her double life as a rock-and-roller. Never your typical folkie, Lord was doing college radio in her hometown of Salem at age 13. “I remember walking about of a meeting, because they wanted me to play nothing but hardcore records, and I thought that was too narrow. I remember going ‘Forget this-someday I’m going to actually put something on record.’”

When she started playing local subways in the late ‘80s, she wound up meeting a lot of band members and DJ types who’d smuggle her (then underage) into rock clubs. “Those were the people I met, because they were the only ones who’d recognize the songs I did on the subway. After that, I started hearing about bands like the Pastels, Beat Happening, the Vaselines-the stuff that’s so basic that it has to give you a good feeling.”

Nirvana revisited True’s book coincides with a bit of Nirvana’s Phoenix lore, and this week we’re publishing an excerpt from the book alongside several related articles from our archives.

Just the Fax This article originally appeared in the August 13, 1993 issue of the Boston Phoenix.

About a girl “Mary Lou Lord has been almost written out of the Kurt Cobain story,” writes True. “Yet I have a strong memory from around this time of meeting a besotted Kurt going on about how in love with her he was, and how he was going to move to Boston to be with her.”

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